The Last Blues We're Ever Gonna Have

"Wait...wait," Luxe begged breathlessly, chest heaving and her wide green eyes flitting between Jem who stood between her legs and Beck who stood to the left side of the island, his palms resting on the same chilled marble on which she sat.
"What's wrong? Did you change your mind?" Beck asked softly, barely containing his disappointment.
"No...I'm just... this is...I've never done this before. I mean, I've done this before. But I've never...not with...this isn't...I've never done...I'm not...," Luxe paused, taking a breath and gathering her thoughts. "I don't usually bring a guy home from the bar for a hookup....much less two..."